Chapter 472 Throwing Stones and Asking for Directions

Half a month later, Yuyang Kyoto, an inconspicuous young man, blended into the streets of bustling Kyoto.

Yang Fan was dressed very ordinarily, and his gaze sometimes swept over the mortals who came and went around him.

After nearly 30 years, these mortals have experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter, birth, old age, sickness and death, some have new births, some have died of death, and some have died of illness.

Old faces for new ones, generation after generation.

Yang Fan walked slowly, listening to the noise in his ears, and found that all this would gradually move away from him.

About half an hour later, according to the impression in his memory, he came to the location of the Xianhong Medical Hall.

The first thing he did when he came to Kyoto was to see the Immortal Cultivation Realm Medical Center he had opened.

However, when he walked to the familiar position, his body suddenly stiffened.

Raising his head, he quietly looked above the medical hall.

Originally, there should have been a plaque here, and it was the plaque he inscribed himself.

However, at this moment, above the front door of the medical hall, it was empty, and there was nothing.

Deserted and depressed.

Not only that, but the hospital was empty.

Yang Fan's face was cold, and he slowly walked into the medical hall.

The inside of the hospital hall was messy, and some traces of blood and fighting could be seen.

Only, he didn't see a single corpse.

"Why is this happening? When I was in Wuliu Town, the Xianhong Medical Hall was only suppressed, but it was not really attacked. ”

Yang Fan forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and calmly analyzed.

Later, he came to the third and fourth floors of the medical hall.

The result is still the same, empty.

"Who did it? Ghost Illusion Sect, Qing Yuan Sect, Demon Yang Sect or Three Demon Sect?"

Yang Fan slowly paced down from the upper floor.

The current situation in Yuyang Country is extremely complicated, and he can't say why.

Whew

After a while, a figure flashed in from outside and knelt in front of Yang Fan.

"Report to the king, three days ago, the monk of the Ghost Sect killed all the pharmacists and apprentices of the Xianhong Medical Hall, and only Cangyun escaped. ”

Spy report from the Darkblood Dynasty.

"Ghost Illusion Gate?" Yang Fan fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he said: "Tell me to go down and increase the supervision and infiltration of the 'Demon Yang Sect' and the 'Three Demon Sect'." ”

"Yes. ”

The figure flickered and disappeared immediately.

Before leaving, the secret agent had a trace of doubt in his eyes, the current enemy is obviously a ghost and phantom gate, why not supervise it, but instead increase the supervision of the "Demon Yang Sect" and the "Three Demon Gates"?

Yang Fan stood in front of the Xianhong Medical Hall, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky.

He seemed to see an invisible cloud hanging over the entire Yuyang Country.

"Three Phantom Old Devils, your strength is beyond my expectations, I haven't seen you for thirty years, I didn't expect you to cover the sky in Yuyang Country. What the hell are you trying to hatch?"

Yang Fan stood for a long time, and then entered the Xianhong Medical Hall.

After that, no one saw him come out of the Xianhong Medical Hall.

Half a day later, two sneaky figures walked into the Xianhong Medical Hall, only to find that there was no one inside.

Late at night.

Kyoto Tsubame Mansion.

A pale yellow figure, like a ghost, emerged from the earth.

During the rooting period, the power of the essence of the earth is integrated, and the soil escape technique is like a fish in water, and it is easy and easy.

Unless he encounters a very special ore vein material, Yang Fan can travel in the earth almost unhindered, and can even ignore the mana consumption.

Even at night, in King Yan's study, it is still as bright as day.

Yang Fan sighed softly, passed through a layer of walls, and once again blended into the earth.

In the study.

Dressed in a dark purple robe, with a slightly wrinkled face and a gray beard, King Yan was checking a book.

Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared on his desk.

"Who is it?" King Yan let out a low snort, suddenly turned around, and punched away.

"Hehe, lord, don't come unharmed. ”

The man casually raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

Suddenly, King Yan couldn't move, and he couldn't even exert any strength.

"It's you ......" When King Yan saw the appearance of the person who came, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Yang Fan let go of his hand, leaned on the bookshelf at will, and sighed softly: "Lord Wang, after nearly thirty years of separation, it has always been good." ”

"Pharmacist Yang, look at the appearance of this king, will you have a good time?"

King Yan said bitterly.

"yes. Yang Fan looked at King Yan and sighed.

At this moment, Yu Wenyan looks like an old man in his fifties, with a gray beard, how can he still see the majesty of the year.

"It's Pharmacist Yang, I haven't seen him for decades, his face hasn't changed at all, and he will always keep Qin Chun, which really makes me and other mortals envious. ”

King Yan's face was complicated, and he looked at Yang Fan with a little envy.

"Hehe, the prince will be an ordinary mortal?"

Yang Fan smiled, a little undeniable.

He had long known that King Yan, like Wushuang, was a martial cultivator, and he was also one of the cultivators.

What's more, these two people have something to do with the mysterious martial saint of Yuyang Kingdom.

King Yan is a disciple of the Martial Saint.

"It's a pity that this king's cultivation has not advanced for many years, and he has lost faith in his heart, and has declined to the realm of mortal innate martial artists. ”

King Yan said bitterly and weakly.

Yang Fan understood that when King Yan competed with Wushuang, he was surpassed little by little, leaving a shadow in his heart, and his artistic conception gradually declined.

The existence of martial arts cultivators is even rarer than that of immortal cultivators, and even Yang Fan only knows a little bit about it, he only knows that he is entering the Tao with martial arts, pursuing the Broken Void and the Martial Dao.

"Lord Wang, I came to you this time to ask about Xin'er's whereabouts. She's been gone for so many years, hasn't she ever come back?"

Yang Fan's face was straight and asked.

Yu Wenxin and his sister Huixin's experiences are very similar, and they were also taken away by strange people.

The former is to have the "Nine Residences Xuan Vein", and what is the reason for the latter, Yang Fan is still unclear.

But from Yang Huixin's attention, it can be seen that she should have gone to the Great Qin Dynasty, and there is no danger, and she is even living well.

"Although Xin'er's whereabouts are unknown, ten years ago, there was a mysterious immortal master who brought a letter and a messenger. The messenger was left to Pharmacist Yang, and the king kept it for twenty years. ”

When King Yan said this, he walked somewhere in the study and knocked it a few times.

Squeak~~

Underneath the study, a dimly lit secret passage appeared.

Yan Wang walked down, took out a black box, took out the key, and opened it.

Soon, he pulled out a white jade-colored messenger.

Yang Fan took the messenger and injected mana slightly, the light curtain in front of him flickered, and the handwriting could be faintly seen.

After a moment, Yang Fan let out a long breath and put away the messenger.

"Dare to ask Pharmacist Yang, where is Xin'er?" asked King Yan.

Yang Fan asked in surprise, "Didn't Xin'er leave a letter for you too?" ”

"yes. King Yan nodded: "Xin'er said in her heart that she has already embarked on the Star Divination Path, and she can be regarded as an immortal cultivator, and she is currently fine, but she can't come back easily." ”

"I do know where Xin'er is. Yang Fan said solemnly.

"Where the hell is she?" said King Yan a little nervously.

"Far, far away. Yang Fan's gaze was cast in the direction of the extreme north, which was meaningful.

"How far is it?"

"At the speed of an ordinary immortal cultivator, it would take thousands of years to fly to get there, and there would be many hardships and dangers on the way. And, even if you can reach your destination, you will have to accept the effects of the cruel environment. ”

Yang Fan sighed.

When King Yan heard this, his eyes trembled, and his expression darkened.

"That place, the immortal cultivators call it the 'Far North'. Yang Fan looked to the north and said in a peculiar tone.

The extreme north, in the northernmost part of the Dongsheng continent, is far, far away.

It is also a place that Yang Fan will consider going to in the future.

In the land of Northern Qin, there is no "Tianyi Soul Water", in order to find this thing and resurrect his father, the extreme north, the inland sea, and Great Qin are all places that Yang Fan will consider in the future.

"Pharmacist Yang, in this life, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to see Xin'er. But you are an immortal cultivator with extraordinary magical powers, and if you have the opportunity to meet her in the future, you must help convey ...... It's good to be a father. ”

In the end, King Yan said, old tears were longitudinal.

"Okay, I promise you. Yang Fan's face was solemn.

Seeing King Yan crying at the moment, he couldn't help but think of his father.

Even if Queen Yan was decadent and gloomy for half of her life, what he wanted Yang Fan to convey was so moving.

“...... It's good to be a father."

This sentence seemed to touch Yang Fan's heart.

He made up his mind that no matter how big the price was, he would find the "Tianyi Soul Water" and resurrect his father who died for himself.

That night, Yang Fan said goodbye to King Yan, and did not forget to leave some elixirs that were useful to him.

Subsequently, he dived into the earth again, all the way unimpeded, and came to the Yuwen family.

It didn't take much effort for Yang Fan to find the head of the Yuwen family.

"You have finally arrived, King. ”

The Yuwen family looked surprised and bowed.

"Do you know about the Xianhong Medical Hall?" Yang Fan's face was indifferent.

"This ......" cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Yuwen family master: "My subordinates know, but there is really nothing they can do." In front of the Ghost Illusion Gate, we have no power to resist, if it weren't for the fact that my family ancestor and the newly promoted Yuanying Elder of the Ghost Illusion Gate had met, maybe my Yuwen family would also be wiped out. ”

Yang Fan stood in place, pacing quietly.

The Yuwen family was uneasy and guilty: "It's all because of the weakness of the subordinates, and they can't stop it." ”

"I didn't mean to blame you. Yang Fan said lightly.

"What is the king going to do with the matter of the Ghost Gate?"

The head of the Yuwen family breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"Hmph. Yang Fan sneered: "This is just a stone-throwing question of the 'Three Shadows Old Devil'." ”

"He wants to test the king's attitude?" the Yuwen family master suddenly said.

"These three old demons have already covered the sky with one hand in Yuyang Country, but they are still so cautious? If he really wants to attack me, he will definitely not attack the Xianhong Medical Hall, I am afraid that he will have already killed Yangjiabao, Wuliu Town, and Wupan Mountain. ”

Yang Fan's face was solemn, and he immediately sneered: "That's fine, since he threw stones to ask for directions, then it should be my turn next." ”

A cold murderous machine permeated the room.

"King, do you want to ......" The head of the Yuwen family trembled slightly: "This ghost sect is a first-class faction, and in recent years, there have even been new Yuanying powerhouses. ”

"What a first-class faction, it's just a pawn of the Three Shadows Old Devil. Yang Fan said with a mocking face

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